I'm Telling You, It's Fu**ing Hard To

If Anything Happened To You, I'd Be So Destroyed They'd Have To Strap Me To A Bed And Feed Me Through A Tube. After Five Or Six Years, I Might Be Capable Of Taking Care Of Rex. In The Interim, You Should Assign A Guardian.

Are We Fighting?" I Asked Morelli. "no. Were Discussing." "are You Sure?" "am I Yelling?" Morelli Asked. "is My Face Purple? Are The Cords On My Neck Standing Out? Am I Waving My Arms Around?" "no." "the Were Not Fighting.

I Met A Real Looker. He Picked Me Up At The Two Dollar Slot Machines, So You Know He's No Cheapskate." Grandma Mazur

Stephanie, I'm Begging You. Eat Some Doughnuts. I Can't Keep Going Like This." - Morelli

I Hate Mornings. They Start So Early.